Summer rain.

Disguised as clouds,
their wings they flutter,
flying past heaven’s doors;
when the fairies flitter
their rain drenched hair,
the divine drizzle pours.

‘Tis an elixir of love and life,
caress it with your fingers again,
and let it lave all your troubles,
let it wash away your pain.

You shan’t see it as His grace,
only if you are not sane,
let it douse your cold dead heart,
and let only ‘tis warmth remain.

Reviews

[Vin]

Is it by far your best work? The second stanza was a poetic magic for me.
Keep doing better every time.

Love!

[Fairy Khan]

Thanks a lot, Vin. I appreciate your review.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

almost felt like i was reading Emily Dickinson...

Yes, the reference to His grace...to God who wants us all to love and such...but also the way Emily wrote capitalizing "His" or "Him" etc. when she was referring to different males she admired...mostly the writers of her time.
excellent piece, Fairy,
j.

[Fairy Khan]

That is such a huge compliment, Jacob!
Thank you for your kind review.